Will We Talk?

Blue Monday

Blaring loudly out the speakers

Fluorescent liquid in his beaker

Another night they go too far

She said

"I don't usually do this kind of thing

Does it change the way you think of me?"

Thinking isn't his forte

And she said

"If you dance with me, darling

If you take me home

Will we talk in the morning?"

They leave

Weave around the night's commotion

And dodge a Mexican standoff

And catch a cab back to his flat

There's no romance

Sprawled out across the couch

Can't even make his fucking face out

An age-old ritual

And she said

"If you dance with me, darling

If you take me home

Will we talk in the morning?"

Sometimes I close my eyes

And sometimes I see your side

She said

"If you dance with me, darling

If you take me home

Will we talk in the morning?"